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Rks Mar 2015
She holds it tight

                 To the last breathes

To the an end of her life
  
                 To the last beats of her heart

To the sun, to let it know that she still holds on
        
             where he left her all alone
        
                     With memories,
                              With the kind of love, she can't get over

                                                                With the kind of wounds,

                                                                           Which haven't healed yet

                                                                                     Or maybe will never be..

— The End —